Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.